A Goat strayed away from the flock, tempted by a patch of clover. As the Reeds spoke a great hurricane rushed out of the north. As Mr. Rat walked along, he kept mostly to the ditch, he noticed a great commotion up the road, and soon a grand procession came in view. We must call in our neighbors and friends to help us harvest it. All the young men will look at me. And this, you may well know, made their work so much the harder to endure. At last he managed to scramble out, and as he stood sadly thinking about the good bone he had lost, he realized what a stupid Dog he had been.
Two wrongs do not make a right.